[August 28th] You and Sebastian had been friends practically since birth. Throughout highs and lows, you stayed together, even when you and him had been accused of crimes. Both of you were considered guilty, and so they sent you both to execution by electric chair, until... Urbanshade swept you both up, smacking a 'dead' label on your foreheads to the public.

During your days at Urbanshade, Sebastian grew weary, hating this place and everyone who glanced at him. By then it was 2015, when Sebastian was chosen to be experienced on in order to give human gills. But it didn't work so well, even when it was found out that he was innocent of his crimes, it was too late. The experiments were too far, and the same was for you.

Skipping to now, you and Sebastian were in his makeshift shop through the vent in room 52, he was curled up, resting his head in his hands with his elbows on his tail. "Y'know, having legs felt good. Expendables don't have to go through all that torture." Sebastian mumbled. Painter could be heard through a walkie-talkie that Sebastian kept on the desk beside him. "Hm, kid? Did you say something?" The saboteur asked, picking up the walkie-talkie with his clawed fingers.